Top Hat Page #3

I don't know you from Adam.

Maybe it's the way I'm dressed.

Are you afraid of thunder?

No, it's just the noise.

You know what thunder is, don't you?

Of course.

It's something about the air.

No, when a clumsy cloud from here

meets a fluffy little cloud from there...

he billows towards her...

she scurries away

and he scuds right up to her.

She cries a little...

and there you have your shower.

He comforts her.

They spark.

That's the lightning.

They kiss.

Thunder.

Who is sending you this horse's shoe?

How cute.

Alberto, I've seen him.

I've talked to him. I've danced with him.

- Him? Who is this him?

- Who?

His name is Adam.

You forget this Adam.

You have promised to go with me to Italy.

Your friend Madge Hardwick

is awaiting you.

There, you will dazzle the eyes

in clothes designed by Alberto Beddini.

Alberto, I hope you don't mind,

but I'm not going to the Lido.

Madre mia. What you say?

My dear, listen to me.

We have made agreement.

Beddini designs the clothes...

which you wear among your friends,

the smart people.

So that they ask:

"Who is so smart

as to make these smart clothes?"

And you say,

"Who? Who is so smart? Beddini. "

Forget this Adam. Beddini demands it.

Beddini does, does he?

Alberto, up to the present, our relationship

has been purely a business one.

But if you start interfering

in my personal affairs...

I'll go back to America

and live on the dole.

Now, Dale darling, I'm so sorry.

I did not mean to interfere.

Go ahead, fall in love with this Adam.

Marry him.

But, as Mrs. Adam, what would you wear?

Fig leaves.

Thank you, sir.

Dale, a telegram for you.

Read it to me, please.

"Come ahead, stop.

"Stop being a sap, stop.

"You can even bring Alberto, stop.

"My husband is stopping

at your hotel, stop.

"When do you start, stop. "

I cannot understand. Who wrote this?

Sounds like Gertrude Stein.

No, it's from Madge Hardwick.

She says her husband is stopping

at this hotel and will look you up.

Wonder what kind of man Madge married.

He's sure to have influence.

Let's be nice to him.

I'm going to be too busy

being nice to somebody else.

Dale, you can't do this.

All my life I have promised my dresses

to take them to Italy...

and you must be in them.

Sorry, Alberto, but I'm unpacking.

Never again will I allow

women to wear my dresses.

- Good evening, Miss Tremont.

- Good evening.

Mr. Beddini and I have decided to stay.

I'm so glad. Then I'll cancel the order

about the bags.

Thank you. Is there a Mr. Hardwick

stopping at this hotel?

Why, yes, Miss Tremont.

Mr. Hardwick has room 404.

Just above you.

- Are you sure?

- Definitely, miss.

As a matter of fact,

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